[Intro] Yo Cube, there go that motherf**er right there No sh**? Watch this Hey, wa**up man Not too much man You know you won, G Won what? The wet t-shirt contest, motherf**er! *gunfire* [Verse 1] It's on like Donkey Kong You wanted that fast buck Now I gotta light that a** up The n***a with the big fat trigger Don't test me, gravedigger had the swig Of the ST, remember the time we first met up? You threw your set up now you gotta get wet up BOOM! PING! BUCK! POW! Now who's that n***a with the different style? Uhh, ya wanted ta trip It's all about the clip and who can empty it First mate, they made day AK And I'll Kurtis Blow ya a** away like AJ I'm almost certain I'm put on the hurtin b**h, it's curtains! Locced in my motherf**in head Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger It ain't cool to take candy from a stranger Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya But now I gotta wet'cha [Hook] Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger [Verse 2] S-I-M-I Valley for the KKK rally A place on the map where the order is Those devils can beat up a motorist And get nothin but a slap on the wrist Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist The fist of fury and I'ma shove em Motherf** the jury and who ever love em Why you have to leave it to Beaver? Now I'm chasin Beaver' a** with a cleaver With the swing, swing, swing and chop, chop, chop Get them up, n***a Cos tonight we're havin chopped liver And I'ma cut out'cha heart Start the fryin pan for the devil a'la carte Twelve motherf**ers ya better be glad I never met'cha Cos I'm gonna wet'cha [Hook] Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger [Verse 3] Now wet motherf**ers are bloody Cos a bullet'll mold your a** like silly putty White in the shape A hollow point'll run up in ya like ya got raped Comin out'cha back, Mr. Mack Now they got yo' guts in a sack Used to have ya crew real fat in a huddle Now you're wet in a puddle Here is the Ice Cube rebu*tal You ain't gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance Ya still wet your pants So what'cha wanna do when I got'cha a** point blank Ya guaranteed to spank Stiff as a board, ya floored Go meet the Lord and then get ignored Cos you're on your way to hell and that I can bet'cha That's why I had to wet'cha [Hook] Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The n***a with the big fat trigger The n***a with the big fat trigger The n***a with the big fat trigger The n***a with the big fat trigger The n***a with the big fat trigger